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"Salazar! Where do you think you are going? Come here at once child!"

"Let me alone mother! I can't believe you and Father lied to me! You always are preaching for honesty and yet, you lied to me!" The boy stormed out of the grey house, leaves rising behind him, the wind raging, mirroring his fury.

"We did not know you had magic in you. It has been centuries since a wizard was born in our family. Of course, we did not tell you. I am a squib, your father too, there was no point in telling you about the otherworld." Isydore cried out. "Stop doing that!" She said, fear in her voice at the sight of the small tornado her son was in.

"It was no right of yours to keep me out of the wizarding world. This is my heirloom." He snapped back.

"Salazar." The woman took a deep breath before continuing, "You are six, don't fool yourself. The world is not waiting for you. Our family is well-known, wealthy and deeply appreciated by the muggle community but life is tough and we must keep some things secret. Your magic is dangerous for you but also for us, don't feel too blessed by it."

"One day, I will show you how much you are wrong about me. Our family is powerful but we're hiding. I will not act the same. I will succeed as a wizard because I am not like you. I am not weak!"

"You do not know what you are saying, son. You are just a child." His mother answered, a cold mask falling on her aristocratic traits.

Salazar raised his chin out of pride. Maybe he was a child but he was not an idiot. He would grow up and nothing would stop him from being almighty.

"I hate you both." he stated curtly.

Isydore glanced at him coldly. Only the faint glow of worry in her dark eyes indicated how much she was scared. Scared of people's reaction if they knew magic existed. Scared of what her son was capable of. The child she had carried, her little boy.Start writing your story

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